Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Velvet Jogging Suit
So...
I'm at the post office over the weekend
I'm in line..
Girl in front of me..
early 30's
velvet jogging suit.. maroon with black racing stripes
huge designer sunglasses covering most of her face...
hair pulled back in ponytail
orange jersey shore tan
fake nails with tiger stripe design
she reeked of money..
in her hands - A package
a Christmas present to be precise
All wrapped up - picture perfect - in red and green xmas wrap,
cute reindeer
and a big shiny red bow
"next"
the postal worker proclaims..
Velvet jogging suit prances up to the counter and places the large
beautifully wrapped package on the counter..
the look on postal workers face ***PRICELESS**
everyone in line got real quiet...
looking forward to this transaction..
Postal Worker: just stares - disgusted look on her face..
Velvet Jogging Suit: stares back... empty... stupid
Postal Worker: Can I help you?
Velvet Jogging Suit: I need to ship this.
Postal Worker: umm, you need to package it.
Velvet Jogging Suit: Huh?
Postal Worker: You need to package it… in a box.
Velvet Jogging Suit: But I need to ship it.
Postal Worker: You need to package it…
you can't just ship a Christmas present..
There are priority boxes in the back of the store.
Velvet Jogging Suit: Wanders to the back of the store
Fusses with some boxes then yells across the room..
ummmm how am I suppose to seal it??
Postal Worker: **sigh**
there is tape over there too
but you have to BUY IT
Velvet Jogging Suit: Oh..
*with a look on her face like she is the victim*
Oh poor, poor Velvet Jogging Suit..
How dare that mean postal worker tell you what to do..
How is this possible??
How can someone be this stupid?
She probably never worked a day in her life
YET she's sportin' around town in a Mercedes and her jogging suit probably cost more
than I make in a month...
What did I do wrong in life?
I'm at the post office over the weekend
I'm in line..
Girl in front of me..
early 30's
velvet jogging suit.. maroon with black racing stripes
huge designer sunglasses covering most of her face...
hair pulled back in ponytail
orange jersey shore tan
fake nails with tiger stripe design
she reeked of money..
in her hands - A package
a Christmas present to be precise
All wrapped up - picture perfect - in red and green xmas wrap,
cute reindeer
and a big shiny red bow
"next"
the postal worker proclaims..
Velvet jogging suit prances up to the counter and places the large
beautifully wrapped package on the counter..
the look on postal workers face ***PRICELESS**
everyone in line got real quiet...
looking forward to this transaction..
Postal Worker: just stares - disgusted look on her face..
Velvet Jogging Suit: stares back... empty... stupid
Postal Worker: Can I help you?
Velvet Jogging Suit: I need to ship this.
Postal Worker: umm, you need to package it.
Velvet Jogging Suit: Huh?
Postal Worker: You need to package it… in a box.
Velvet Jogging Suit: But I need to ship it.
Postal Worker: You need to package it…
you can't just ship a Christmas present..
There are priority boxes in the back of the store.
Velvet Jogging Suit: Wanders to the back of the store
Fusses with some boxes then yells across the room..
ummmm how am I suppose to seal it??
Postal Worker: **sigh**
there is tape over there too
but you have to BUY IT
Velvet Jogging Suit: Oh..
*with a look on her face like she is the victim*
Oh poor, poor Velvet Jogging Suit..
How dare that mean postal worker tell you what to do..
How is this possible??
How can someone be this stupid?
She probably never worked a day in her life
YET she's sportin' around town in a Mercedes and her jogging suit probably cost more
than I make in a month...
What did I do wrong in life?
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
heroes
I'm at Tim Horton's
Drinking coffee with my husband..
We look out the window and see a firetruck com tear assin'
up the street.. sirens blarin' horns honkin
I make a remark..
"Must be out of chili and headed to the supermarket"
we laugh
we drink our coffee
we leave
as I walk to the car
I look up the street and there I see the firetruck parked
at the Bakery
and two fireman - all dressed up with their fire coats
and fire helmets
come struttin' out with 4 boxes of pastry
they get back in the firetruck
Lights On - and Away they go...
my tax dollars hard at work
Hurray for the heroes!
yay!
unfuckingbelievable
Drinking coffee with my husband..
We look out the window and see a firetruck com tear assin'
up the street.. sirens blarin' horns honkin
I make a remark..
"Must be out of chili and headed to the supermarket"
we laugh
we drink our coffee
we leave
as I walk to the car
I look up the street and there I see the firetruck parked
at the Bakery
and two fireman - all dressed up with their fire coats
and fire helmets
come struttin' out with 4 boxes of pastry
they get back in the firetruck
Lights On - and Away they go...
my tax dollars hard at work
Hurray for the heroes!
yay!
unfuckingbelievable
Friday, February 05, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
loathe
I've said it before..
and I'll say it again
I CAN'T FUCKING STAND JOHN MAYER
Here are the actual lyrics to an awful song
I'm forced to listen to every day on the radio:
Just when I had you off my head
Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed
You say you wanna try again
But I've tried everything but giving in
Why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try
When all we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
I bought a ticket on a plane
And by the time it landed, you were gone again
I love you more than songs can say
But I can't keep running after yesterday
So why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try
When all we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
We say goodbye
We say goodbye
We say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
HE SAYS THE SAME SHIT
OVER AND OVER AND OVER
and people love it!!!
WHY????????? WHY????????????
WHAT'S GOOD ABOUT THIS??? WHAT???????
*sigh*
and I'll say it again
I CAN'T FUCKING STAND JOHN MAYER
Here are the actual lyrics to an awful song
I'm forced to listen to every day on the radio:
Just when I had you off my head
Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed
You say you wanna try again
But I've tried everything but giving in
Why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try
When all we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
I bought a ticket on a plane
And by the time it landed, you were gone again
I love you more than songs can say
But I can't keep running after yesterday
So why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try
When all we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
We say goodbye
We say goodbye
We say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye
HE SAYS THE SAME SHIT
OVER AND OVER AND OVER
and people love it!!!
WHY????????? WHY????????????
WHAT'S GOOD ABOUT THIS??? WHAT???????
*sigh*
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